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"𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℨ𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔢."

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After the coachman explained everything I arrived at the event. It was everything I was expecting, but one thing.
The familiar cruel older man across the room who had a glass in his hand and a smile on his face surprised me with his appearance. He acted like everything that had happened these past few days had never happened or more he seemed overjoyed with the news of my death.

"Ethiopia never stood a chance of taking over the throne."
I grit my teeth. Can't even get my name right? I scoff and Look at the blush form on my father's face. "That prince was never going to marry her or anyone for that matter. She could have begged all she wanted but we all know that Zodel has no plan for peace. That king of theirs is still stuck up on becoming an emperor in his old age."
He stares into his glass. "All they want is power and they are starting with the weakest kingdoms."
He laughs and I look away.  "I feel almost pathetic thinking we could stop this war with them getting married."
His words were like venom. He breathes out a laugh again.
"She just had to die, didn't she?"

The ruler spills his drink and the creme tablecloth and then passes out.
I roll my eyes and walk over to the biding area. "Dress of the fourth ruler of Zodel! Starting at one hundred Golden coins!"
I give the guy a dirty look. Where would you even where that thing?! The people in the crowd shouted their bids and I noticed that something on the mannequin that stands out. Is that my mother's locket? I scoff, that dress is a fake...

Why are they selling my mother's locket as if the fourth ruler of Zodel wore it? More importantly, how did they get their hand on my mother's lost locket that I lost in the fire?
You can see the burn marks still on it.
It reminds me of The way the conflagration crept up my back. I walked out of the room after hearing the man shout that it was sold for 900 gold coins. Huh, didn't know that locket was worth that much.

I step out onto the balcony and watch as the girl who bidding on the dress shows it off after changing into it.
I turned my head to look where I heard the stomps outside. I glance over at Killian watching as He splashes the water out of the birdbath. Looking at him looking at himself in frustration. What pissed him off? He lurked over the birdbath and a shadow snuck up behind him without a sound. I froze in place in fear of what I was seeing. The sound of metal on metal hurt my ears.
"Killian!" I pull my hand over my mouth and run down the stairs. I pull my sword out of its holder.
I get down the curvy marble staircase and see the assassin is dead.

Blood covers Killian sword. He holds his arm which was injured. His breathing is heavy.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue but I can handle a little assassination."
I glare at him then put my sword back in its holder.  "This isn't some random assassination Killian."
I rolled the assassin over with my boot. The assassin who was lying on his back now lying on his stomach. I showed the crest of the Xiona royal crest on his back
"This is an assassin from Xiona, chances are my father or my brother sent him. He works for the king of Xiona but why would someone in my family want to kill you?"
I look at him almost confused. Both of them think I am dead. "I'll figure out who sent the assassin, Killian. You just have to figure out how to clean up this mess."

I spoke with my arms crossed and then turned around to walk back into the building. I walked to the exit out of the two big doors. I see the valet right down the long staircase.
Right in front of me was a woman who wore my mother's locket. I bump into her shoulder slightly. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she shouted at me. I looked over my shoulder to speak to her. "Oh, sorry." I marched forward and grabbed the horse from the worker. I fiddle with the neckless slightly in my hand. As if I would let her keep my mother's necklace.

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